My son, Z, wakes up every morning and let’s us know he’s up by calling out loud. It may sound like crying at first, but it isn’t. “mommy, daddy, Violet, come!”.
As soon as I open the door and step into the room, I’m sometimes greeted by the wafting smell of his poo. “I pooed.” After a quick diaper change, with me engaging him in a conversation asking him to estimate how big he thinks the load is, we go back to “mommy daddy’s bed” and snuggle with either an iTouch or the iPad.
Today, something else happened. As I got close to his bed, he lifted my shirt to reveal my bulging belly. I have been telling him that I need to lose some weight. As much as he loves my belly, kissing and squishing his face into it, I REALLY needs to lose weight. As he lifted my shirt, he said,”mommy belly smaller? Shoot it into the basketball net?”. I laughed and replied, “No, mommy’s belly is too big to fit into the basket.”
I picked him up and kissed his face. Oh how I love him so. He is one smart 2 yr old!